Still Born Love Poem by Aaron Priestly

Still born love concieved through fear,
Never alive, Never dead, Never fair.
Ripe blessings fall like tears,
Nothing to do but stare.

Escape from the impossible,
The unstinted dread.
An aching feeling,
A hunger which can't be fed.

Candid dreams of what was said,
A numbing pain, laid out on the floor.
You yearn to be dead,
Searching desperately for an open door.
You get the feeling you've been here before.